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"
Ethan
,
do
you
think
you
should
?
"
"
Yes
,
dearling
.
"
I
filled
my
glass
.
"
Why
can
’
t
you
turn
the
cards
blindfolded
?
"
"
They
have
to
be
read
.
"
"
How
would
it
be
if
Mary
turned
them
or
I
did
,
and
you
read
them
?
"
"
There
’
s
supposed
to
be
a
closeness
between
the
reader
and
the
cards
,
but
I
don
’
t
know
—
we
could
try
.
"
Mary
said
,
"
I
think
if
we
do
it
at
all
,
we
ought
to
do
it
the
right
way
.
"
She
’
s
always
that
way
.
She
doesn
’
t
like
change
—
little
change
,
I
mean
.
The
big
ones
she
can
handle
better
than
anyone
,
blows
up
at
a
cut
finger
but
would
be
calm
and
efficient
with
a
cut
throat
.
I
had
a
throb
of
unease
because
I
had
told
Mary
we
discussed
this
,
and
here
we
were
seeming
to
think
of
it
for
the
first
time
.
"
We
talked
about
it
this
morning
.
"
"
Yes
,
when
I
came
in
for
coffee
.
I
’
ve
been
thinking
about
it
all
day
.
I
brought
the
cards
.
"
It
is
Mary
’
s
tendency
to
confuse
intentness
with
anger
and
anger
with
violence
and
she
is
terrified
of
violence
.
Some
drinking
uncles
put
that
fear
on
her
,
and
it
’
s
a
shame
.
I
could
feel
her
fear
rising
.
"
Let
’
s
not
fool
with
it
,
"
I
said
.
"
Let
’
s
play
some
cassino
instead
.
"
